TODAY'S FUTURE; TOMORROW'S VULTURE.

They stood at our gate with their banners lifted

Pleading that we make entrance for them

We hurried out of our homes to welcome them

To listen to them speak with passion and concern

They said they needed nothing from us

Save our thumb painted in red

In return they will give us their all

Even their lives if it is demanded

We hearken unto their deceit

Telling our friends to count for them

Our children we urge to sing their praise

In School and on their way home

It was time and we did as they bid

Staining our thumbs to mark for them

We read through to find their name

With joy we gave them the seat

The first year we got nothing

We were sure it was because they just got the power

They needed to settle in and blend first

Until it was three and a half years

Then we realized we had been played

None of their promises were fulfilled

Instead of Educational growth

What we got was an indefinite compulsory break

We became sicker because of hunger

Health care centers had no remedy in store

We cried unto them but they heard us not

Our roads became the way to the other side

We write a departure letter everyday before leaving our houses

We reminded them of their vows

They replied they already made plans for them

But reptiles and monkeys visited their offices

Feeding on the funds they had prepared

They borrowed from the neighbouring countries

Raising our hope for the remaining six months

Six months after they left power and

We wondered! What have we benefitted?

They come to us again today

Claiming it is their turn

We wish to reject them

Yet we somehow find ourselves opening unto them

They made their promises again

Swore to keep to it this time around

We believed them and voted them again.

©Poet Phynerwrites